Art, which he had sullenly forsaken.

News had reached his ears, that an artist had fallen in the defence of the city.

He went to the dead man's house to see his works, and how did he find the painter's dwelling! Windows, furniture were shattered, the broken doors of the cupboards hung into the rooms on their bent hinges.

The widow and her children were lying in the studio on a heap of straw.

This touched his heart, and he gave alms with an open hand to the sorrowing woman.